Silence is as supple
As is the howling wind—
An invisible, intangible couple

At night, the world is sleeping
But Silence is awake,
Striding, spinning, swirling
Striking in a blackened lake
Speaking with the wind

Passionately embracing
Like two currents in the sea,
A flow as overcoming
But in the branches of a tree

No shattering sound of cars
Or the city’s daily din
Can stir beneath the stars
While Silence dances with the wind

They dance together hand in hand
For all and none to see
But I, I dwell from dreamland,
To hear them dancing in my tree.
The wind and Silence dancing
For the moon, the stars, and me.